Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Section 25. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.